The sight of you makes mesick." But please, I beg you. Stop whatever it is your doing to me . . .I'll give you anything. What is it you want? Money... I'll pay youanything . . . just make this stop. Please." You disgust me" she snapped. "Do you think that money is fairpayment for the price of my husband's life!!" But please" I pleaded. "It was an accident! I swear it was anaccident!"Her eyes became narrow and angry. "Accident!! How dare youcall it an accident! You and that cheap whore. I could see her neck moving as she deep-throated him. Tom ran his fingers through my wife’s hair, as he guided her slutty, wanton mouth. Every now and then, she would murmur or purr, despite a mouthful of cock. I watched the honey seep from her pussy, it was trickling down her thighs. Bent forward, Dee reached her right hand under her and slipped her two middle fingers into her cunt. She stirred the juices around, then teased her swollen clitoris. “Are you making your pussy ready for me?” he. . it’s like he’s ... tainting something holy.”Emile made a rolling motion with his hands — yeah, yeah, we get it, Winter. No need to write out all the notes and lyrics.Bulldog said, “What do you recommend?”“Waiting. It’s the off-season, Arlington goes on trial next week.”“What Arlington knows about the Seavers isn’t going to melt away.”“No, but if he goes to prison...”Bulldog said, “Courthouse rumors aren’t optimistic.”Emile, “Even behind bars, he can still reach out to Seaver.”“Well, for what. “Excuse me?” she stammered. Simone was taken off guard at the rude question. Her haughty temper flared. What a jackass? “You heard me, you cold hearted bitch. Answer this question correctly, and you are free. I am warning you though. The wrong answer will result in a public disgrace,” he replied. “Fuck off, asshole!” she hollered. “Wrong answer,” Declan smiled. Leaning forward, he ran a finger down her cheek, which caused a wave of arousal to course through her body. With a wave of his.